Dana Knowles Novels & Stories

Failing to do so might cost him his success. While Javier was still thinking about it, Dana emerged from her room in a pair of washed-out blue denim jeans. Javier had to admit—she had an amazing figure. The fact that she was over 40 did nothing to hamper her allure! This was especially true when her skinny jeans hugged the slim, slender contours of her legs, accentuating her charm. Javier sized her up a few times before praising, “You’re very shapely, ma’am.” It was hardly the most off-color compliment anyone could give under normal circumstances, but coming so soon after the accident?

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He hung up, and I collapsed back onto the bed, my phone clutched to my chest, breathing like I'd just run a marathon. A Met Gala. Tomorrow night. Where I'd have to appear as Miss Andy, Adriana Salvadore's assistant, and schmooze with the city's elite while Darius Kane introduced me around. The same elite who would almost certainly include— "Fuck," I whispered to the ceiling. Damien would be at that gala. He attended every major charity event in the city—it was part of his image as a successful, philanthropic CEO. Which meant I'd have to be in the same room as my husband while pretending to be someone else entirely.

Helena watched them and said nothing. They spent the next hour going over everything. The clip. The journalist. The publicist question. Marcus knew someone. A woman named Dana who had handled three major talent clients and did not oversell or overpromise. He offered to make the introduction. Cassidy said Helena should vet her herself before agreeing to anything. Marcus said obviously. Cassidy said she was just making sure it was obvious. Marcus said it was. Helena sat between them and drank her coffee and felt something settle in her that had nothing to do with the clip or the interview or the numbers still climbing on her phone.

“You won’t see much of us.” Kendra hesitated. Then: “I’ll be there.” She wore red. Red like warning lights. Red like sin. The dress was tight, backless, dipped low enough to be scandalous. Her heels clicked like threats across the tile when she stepped inside the Hayes home again. Dana’s smile was fake. Stiff. “Thanks for coming.” Colton was already at the bar, pouring wine for guests. He didn’t look at her. Didn’t blink. Just poured, smiled, and played the part of a devoted husband.

Darnell’s date was Brenda White, daughter of a well-known politician who was famous for being a social media influencer. She was the first on the list of women Rakeem had brought to him, and he prayed secretly that he didn’t need to go on another date with another woman. She was gorgeous in the long black dress that she filled perfectly as a well-endowed, mid-sized woman. The cowl neckline draped down, exposing her cleavage. Her long wavy hair was a mix of brown and blonde, and her naturally pale skin was richly tanned.

Part of me, the animal one, hadn’t wanted her to let go. She’s my wife, I thought. The image of her onstage, walking beside me, the breath that had left her at the sight of people watching it sits in my head like a small and dangerous thing. She didn’t understand what it meant, that night. She didn’t know the weight of the mantle she had been given. She didn’t understand what being Dona of the Crown Family meant. I should not have to teach someone the brutality of our world, but the truth is we either make them part of us, or we risk them becoming weak seams that split and unravel in the worst moments.

I smiled harder, "I am really sorry, Mr Powers. I wish I could grant your request and move, but Kat Wines is here to stay. Who knows? Maybe your time is up." There was another staring contest before he went, "You are calling for war." "Well then, may the best fighter win." Just as I turned to go in, I stopped in my tracks, seeing Da'ana at the door, smiling widely at me. She was dressed up in a midi white gown with a V-neck. There were patterns on the dress, made with gold colored jewelry. Simple, yet expensive looking. Screamed Da'ana. Great fashion sense, terrible woman. "Oh, you are absolutely stunning, dear!" She eventually spoke, "I love seeing successful women. Come, take my hand. You

Dane gave me an assuring nod before pulling me into the spotlight with him, making sure I did not fall on stage. I managed to plaster a weak smile across my face to hide my fear and apprehension. Immediately we got to the stage, everyone cheered, chanting his name and whistling in excitement. When the noise died down, Dane started his speech. “After the unfortunate incident with my ex mate, I thought all hope was lost, but the moon goddess sent me my better half on the day my ex mate left… I guess some situations make us experience the best afterward. I present to you all, our beautiful Luna, the love of my life, Gianna Williams!”

I just nodded in response. Danisha Brent. She has the most innocent personality. More innocent than Kendall. Anyone would think she is a saint, but she is far from that. At least my dick knows perfectly the type of person she is from those plump red lips circling it and juggling my balls at 12 a.m. when her parents are fast asleep in bed. Or when I had her bent over the counter calling me zaddy.